[KQ] The Limit

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?

The Voice had spoken to him, directly. Had come into his mind. Only you. Come... find us. Save us from this prison. Only you... Sam was not naive enough to think the message was only for him, but he had felt drawn to respond to it. The Voice had served him well lately after all, once for his own voice and once for something he couldn't quite remember, but knew had been for good.

He was not often one for feeling like he had a purpose, but this time he felt as if he should be at the Spire. This was a monumental moment in his home's history, after all. He took the cube from his table (thinking that The Voice may have given him it for a reason) and then set off, wearing a long dark coat and tying a scarf over much of his face.

The scene at the Spire was chaos, as was to be expected with the sudden change to the barrier and loud noises underground. He cut through the crowds, trying to ignore the fear grasping at his heart. Jigano's words ran through his head, that he didn't condone just running in without a plan...but it was too late for that now, wasn't it? Something was happening, The Voice needed Ascended to help with it.

Maybe he'd finally be important.

He came to the base of the Spire and paused for a moment, shocked, at the sight of the open door. There are other Ascended here already which he acknowledged with a nod, not wanting to particularly start conversation. Upwards felt...safer, somehow (something about how being underground felt like being trapped? He had an odd memory about packed earth over his head he couldn't quite grasp the details of...) and he stepped up onto the first step, leaned against the wall to wait and see who (if anyone) would join him going upwards.

Samuel

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?